A/N: Ah~! The moment we've all been waiting for! Kukukuku . . . Sort of . . . Again, sorry for the long wait, I seriously had no idea how I was going to do the fight at the end, and then I had no idea where to put it without the story sounding too cut-off at the end or losing it's tone at the beginning . . . and . . . yeah, I decided to just tack it on at the end because I promised it would be in this chapter, so sorry if this chapter of them all isn't my best work.

On the bright side! Next chapter is (drum roll please!)

!Bum, bum, bum!

THE START OF THE SERIES! BAHAHAHA! AT LONG LAST!

Special Thanks To:

Scaehime-KingofKing's Daughter: The ambulance scene has to be one of my favorite scenes in the series xD I'm so glad you like my fanfic! Now, for the whole konso thing, yes! The OC ghost kid Ichigo was konso'd, but he might just make a later appearance in this story :P I wouldn't really call this an 'Author Lands in Bleach' fanfic, considering that Angel is not me in anyway because self-inserts to me would make the story boring xD

StalkNightPanther

Shaybo27: Haha, wow, have you ever thought of the possibility that you might be psychic? Lol, when it ocmes to tests, I'm one of those people who, no matter how long I study, I end up failing the exam anyways - unless I read through it the morning of *rolls eyes* I have the worst student-condition, I have to say, I'm super jealous of you! Merlin is so awesome. I've been dying this past weekend because the internet was cut off and I just started on season 2, which I'm watching on Netflix. Oh yes, poor, poor Angel must suffer through lots of thing just because she's around Ichigo xD

Bookgal7: Well wait no longer! Because here that particular chapter is! And it also happens to be the last of Ichigo's Childhood arc *wipes tear away* they grow up so fast! Thank you for being patient with me, I'm hoping it was worth the wait!

MonsterOnSweets: Oh trust me, if Angel had her way, Ichigo's butt would've been beat a million times over for all the worry he's put her through xD

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Blackenflames: Whoohoo! No getting stabbed by unicorns today! xD

AWAKE
Eleven

"Dread comes unannounced and then consumes our feelings with its irrational sense of doom. Dread is persistent. It gnaws at you. You can't ignore it; it just won't go away. Because that's what dread is. It's worrying about something you can't do anything about."
- Allison DuBois, Medium

Ichigo ran in and out of his room, looking for his school supplies which was seemingly scattered all over the house. I could hear him fumble with his uniform, and he was mumbling to himself about not being woken up earlier and missing breakfast because of it.

"The sky is so dark today," I muttered. Something wasn't right, even if the weather was bright and shiny.

"Angel! Are you listening?"

I turned from the bedroom window. "I'm sorry, what?"

Ichigo groaned in frustration. "C'mon, let's just go!"

With one last look out the window I followed him down the stairs. Ichigo into the kitchen where Yuzu was currently cooking breakfast. Karin sat with a bored look on her face, stuffing her mouth with scrambled eggs at the table.

"Hey Karin!" I greeted as Ichigo grabbed a piece of toast off the plate on the counter. "Tell Yuzu I said hi!"

"Catch you guys later!" Ichigo shouted. He ran out the door, and with a nod from Karin, I followed behind.

"Wait! Aren't you going to have breakfast!?" Yuzu shouted.

"Sorry Yuzu! I'll be back before noon! Just leave it there and I'll eat it later!"

"But it'll be cold by then!"

I popped my head back into the kitchen.

"Not if you wrap the plate with tin-foil! Karin could you -"

"Yeah, yeah, just get going." Karin sighed. I clasped my hands together with a grateful smile.

"Thank you!"

I met Ichigo outside. "You seem pretty eager for your frist day, even if it's just the opening ceremony."

He rolled his eyes, "I promised to meet Chad before it started."

I giggled and floated on my back. Poor Ichigo, having to run . . .

"Wow, you're first day of high school! Where have the years gone?"

"Don't tell me you're going to get all sappy now,"

I frowned and flipped to my stomach. I rested my chin on my folded arms. "You can hardly blame me. I've known you since you were barely reaching my waist! Now look at you, taller than me! It's not fair!"

Wow, has it really been so long? I remember when Yuzu and Karin were burning cookies, now Yuzu's making breakfast every morning and cleaning the house!

The years have done wonders. Though I was disappointed when Karin pointed out the fact that I was now shorter than Ichigo, barely reaching his shoulders even on my toes. I growled at the memory of his teasing and puffed out my cheeks.

"Brat," I muttered.

x x x

"Ah, made it!" Ichigo breathed heavily as he keeled over to catch his breath. I crossed my arms and gave him a look.

"I told you, you need to start looking for an alarm clock. But do you listen to me? No. No one likes listening to Angel - things would be better if people just listened to Angel, but do people listen to Angel? No! Because no one likes listening to Angel!"

He narrowed his eyes and rubbed his ear with his pinky-finger. "I kind of wish other people could listen to you, then you wouldn't be nagging me all day."

I opened my mouth to retort something, only to feel someone walk through me and give me an agonizing chill. I shuddered, wondering just what the heck came over me.

The man seemed to be another student, with a tall, lean figure and an average height. He had straight, chin-length blue-black hair that framed both sides of his face, and bright blue eyes hiding behind a pair of glasses. He was wearing the same school uniform as Ichigo.

He was thumbing through a book when he accidently bumped into Ichigo's shoulder.

"My apologies," he immediately said, looking up.

Ichigo didn't blink twice before replying with a, "It's all right."

I peered curiously at the other boy, my vision immediately clouded with red strings. I rubbed the side of my arm, still remembering the chill I got when he passed right through me.

What was I looking for? His life line, it was the first thing that came mind -

"Hey, Ang, are you okay? You seem kind of out of it today," Ichigo said, waving a hand in front of my face. I shook my head and gave him an assuring smile.

"It's nothing," I said. But that feeling was back. The unavoidable darkness that was just drifting in the air. Could he not feel it? Or was it just my imagination?

I shook my head once again and followed Ichigo through the school gates.

"What class are you in this time?"

Ichigo looked closely at the school roster and pointed at his name on the third piece of paper. "Class 1-3. And hey! Chad is in the same class too!"

I clapped childishly. "Yay! My boredom can be tamed by eye candy!"

Ichigo cringed. "Please don't be weird."

"You're so mean to me," I sniffled. He rubbed his head irritably and took the steps into the school building.

"Speaking of Chad, where is he anyway?"

I held one finger up and grinned. "I can help with that."

I turned the opposite direction we were heading and pointed down the hall. "He is . . . that-a-way!"

A large sweat-drop sunk down the back of Ichigo's head. "It's creepy how you do that . . ."

I scowled. "Fine! Then next time, you can find him by yourself!"

He said nothing and went down the direction I pointed.

"You think you're real tough! Don't 'ya kid?" A rough, angered voice yelled.

"Principle! I have to get the principle!" Another meek voiced yelled before a man with dark hair and large glasses ran past us.

"Huh?" Ichigo looked confused, and was about to call out for the man to stop him.

"Oh no," I whined, groaning out a pathetic whine and face-palming.

Sado was currently having a face-down with a weirdly shaped man who was having a bad banana-colored hair day. I wasn't surprised when Ichigo took immediate action after assessing the situation.

"It's the first day of school!" I cried. Ichigo slipped off his bag, gave me a smirk . . .

And pounced.

x x x

Two faces went flying through the window, shattered glass flying in all directions. I just noticed that the same window was hidden behind the board of class rosters, and sighed at it now being broken in half.

Ichigo and Sado currently had their feet stuck in the faces of Banana-Man's goonies, who ran out the front door like a normal person.

"You broke a window!" I screeched, flying around the broken glass as if I could find a magical way to either cover up this fact, or fix it.

"That's okay, there's no reason to kick people's faces through the door. You know, like a normal person."

"You're very whiney this morning!" Ichigo growled. I flew into his face with a glare.

"Ichigo Kurosaki if you get expelled on the first day of school, I WILL FIND A WAY TO EAT YOU!"

He rubbed his ear for the second time that day.

"This can't be happening, this can't be happening!"

I turned to the owner of the voice who seemed to be freaking out more than I was. He was a student around Ichigo's age, with short brown hair spiking out at his shoulders and bangs framing around his face. His dark eyes were flowing with waterfall-tears and a horrified expression was clear on his face.

"Ahh! Ichigo Kurosaki and Yasutora Sado! No, why me!? Why me! WHY ME? This is like some terrible nightmare that just keeps getting worse! It's a nightmare! TELL ME IT'S A NIGHTMARE!"

"Please shut up." Another boy said heartlessly with a blank look.

I blinked twice, then motioned toward the boy currently having a nervous break-down.

"You see what I mean!? YOU JUST MADE THIS RANDOM PERSON HAVE A BREAK DOWN! - HEY, DON'T IGNORE ME!"

I growled loudly as Ichigo merely rubbed his ear. He and Sado were currently surrounded by more of the Banana-Man's gang.

His name was actually Reiichi Oshima, a known thug who went to a lower-class middle school before coming here. But I called him Banana-Man, simply because he apparently thought dying his hair yellow made him look . . . thug-like . . .

"We're all gonna die." I said simply.

"Honestly, Angel. How many times must we go over this?" Ichigo sighed, not bothering to keep his voice down. After spending so much time with Ichigo, I think Sado was used to him 'talking' to himself.

Banana-Man gave an ugly grin and laughed. "Ha, ha! Chad and Ichigo, running away. Like two scared little girls."

"OH NO IT'S REIICHI OSHIMA FROM KOTAKA JR. HIGH!"

"Hey Keigo, how is it you're so well-informed about all these juvenile delinquents? And . . . I don't know if you've noticed but all their names are on our class roster . . ."

"Oh he's cute~" I observed, poking my head above Ichigo's shoulder.

The boy who seemed to be neutral about these wild events had short bluish hair and a roundish baby face. His eyes were a gray-blue, and a single strand of hair hung down between his eyes.

Ichigo face-palmed and rubbed it down his face to reveal his narrowed eyes. "I'm starting to notice you think everyone is cute," he muttered.

I stuck my tongue out at him. "You make it sound like a crime. Oh look! He's coming this way!"

The boy held his hand out to Ichigo, who in turn ignored said hand and gave him a blank look.

"Mizuiro Kojima in class 1-3. It's very nice to meet you."

We ignored the faint cries of his friend Keigo just then.

"Mizuiro! I'm gonna die! MIZUIRO! DON'T MAKE FRIENDS WITH THEM, OH MY GOD I'M GOING TO DIE!"

I giggled at Mizuiro's cute face. "Wow! He's cuter up close!"

"Class 1-3? We're all in the same class then. I'm Ichigo Kurosaki, and this here is Chad Yasutora. It's good to meet 'ya."

Once again trying to ignore my fangirling gushy-ness, Ichigo turned his head to see that Keigo fellow being stepped on by the foot of Mr. Banana-Man.

"Who's you're friend over there?"

Mizuiro's eyes seemed to shine brighter, and the corner of his lips turned up slightly. "That's Keigo Asano. He doesn't do that well in school, but he's a pretty smart guy. Honest, loyal, what can I say, he's a hundred times better than me!"

"Whoa, slow down there puppy, your insults are overwhelming," I laughed teasingly. Oh, if only I could actually talk to him, this would have been fun.

Ichigo looked surprised at the boy's praise. "Wow, you're incredible."

Mizuiro gave a questioning look. "What?"

Ichigo shrugged and started unzipping the jacket of his uniform. I grinned, knowing where this was going.

"I mean, for someone to have so many nice things to say about his friend . . . that's pretty rare nowadays."

Ichigo kneeled to the ground, and I stood straight up by Mizuiro, who didn't seem to follow what he was saying.

"Mizuiro, how good are you at making up excuses?"

Without missing a beat, "I'm so good it's sick."

Ichigo smirked. "Alright then. You're gonna need to come up with something creative, 'cause we're going to need a story that's going to keep all of us from getting expelled." Chad fell into step with Ichigo.

"We're rescuing you're friend Keigo!"

o o o

The dojo was such a small place to Ichigo now. After years of learning, he walked into this place with a really good feeling today; it showed on his determined outlook as he faced Tatsuki.

The audience could feel the change today, unknown to the other two each student of the dojo, including the teacher, watched in awe and anticipation for someone to make their first move.

And it started.

Tatsuki made her first move, and Ichigo concentrated on his defense after dodging the first blow. I could see his own personal practicing out in the field of our back yard, how he spent hours memorizing Tatsuki's new skills and bending it into a style of his own; how he would wake at the crack of dawn with the air of a fighting warrior determined to learn how to protect the ones he loved . . .

Tatsuki wasn't at all off her game today, but she didn't expect the fight to last as long as it had. Kick, punch, block, retaliate; the two moved in sync, sometimes even so fast it was too much for my eyes to see. But Ichigo didn't back down today. No, two minutes turned into three, and then breaking out the record of five.

I glided into the far corner of their arena, watching for any sign of advantage, any change in the outcome of this battle that has only ever been one-sided -

Ichigo flew back and with an unexpected twist, his foot made harsh contact with Tatsuki chest.

She crumpled back onto the floor, a sickening crack emitting from the wood below.

All was silent. Ichigo wiped off the dripping sweat from his face and stood up straight. He slowly made his way to his opponent, and once reached, he stood still.

Tatsuki lifted her body up with her two hands. Ichigo stared her down, and both faces were twisted into what one could only call anger.

And then she grinned.

Tatsuki grinned and gave a hearty laugh that bellowed from her chest. Ichigo blinked in confusion, once . . . twice.

Finaly he smirked back and held out his hand for her to take.

Tatsuki was pulled onto her feet, and with another laugh she clasped a hand onto his shoulder.

"It took you long enough, Ichigo."

A/N: Haha! Finished! Yeah, sorry if the ending is a little sudden because of changing into a whole different, well, scene, but I couldn't find anywhere else to put it Dx And I'm still trying to get a hang on fight scenes, so sorry if it's still a bit sucky and stuff, I had to use a lot of reference, and it doesn't help that I don't know the exact type of style their learning in Ichigo's old dojo. So . . . yeah . . .

Anyways, please tell me what you think by a review! Please?